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In stark contrast to the bustling and vibrant Nine Fangs and Qian Zi Fang, most of the residents in Kun Zi Fang are impoverished. They are either ordinary people without any skills or those who have failed in their cultivation. Seeking refuge from the harsh cold outside the city, they crowd into the city. A saying circulates among the people: “In Cold Ice City, the cold ice divides into four cities; the imperial city is like a constellation of princes, while Qian Cheng is home to officials and nobles. Outside the old city lies Kun City, filled with the unfortunate.” This rhyme succinctly captures the demographic distribution across the four regions of Cold Ice City.
The four gates of Cold Ice City stand open, with Kun Zi Fang located in the northern part, near the North Gate. Beyond this gate stretches the vast Gobi Desert. Few dare to enter it, except for merchant caravans that traverse it annually. Moreover, since most of the residents in Kun Zi Fang are considered lowly, even though it lies beneath the emperor's feet at the heart of the Empire, the North Gate remains unguarded throughout the year. Close to this gate is Kun Jiu Fang, where a beggar has recently been abandoned. This scenario has become commonplace for those living here; often, individuals are left behind after being beaten nearly to death, left to fend for themselves.
“Tsk tsk! So young! They really went hard on him!” As a beast cart drove away, several ragged beggars emerged from a dark corner. They gazed at the person who had been discarded—a young man who, compared to them, could more accurately be described as a child. As they lamented, they began to search through the unconscious boy's belongings but found nothing of value. One beggar noticed the boy’s clothes and skillfully stripped them off him, preparing to leave. However, upon glancing back at the boy, he shook his head and removed his own tattered clothing to cover him before turning away.
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Mo Wen opened his eyes and surveyed his surroundings. He spotted a disheveled figure nearby wearing clothes identical to his own. His garments had long been burned away during his tribulation by Thunderfire, and what he wore now was that of a cloaked man. Frowning, he looked down at himself and quickly realized that this person was wearing his clothes while he was now covered in filthy rags.
“Ha! Looks like I’m completely done for—like a living corpse!” The intense pain coursing through his body snapped Mo Wen's attention back from his clothing. He attempted to move but felt nothing beyond pain; any movement seemed impossible. He tried to open his mouth and sniff around, preparing to turn his head elsewhere but found himself unable to do so. When he lifted his gaze again at the person wearing his clothes, it seemed that they sensed his stare and turned their head toward him.
“Ah! Well then, since I’m wearing your clothes, I might as well take care of you one last time!” The beggar shook his head and bent down to drag Mo Wen toward a pile of hay. As pain surged through him, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and darkness enveloped him once more as he lost consciousness.
When he awoke again, Mo Wen saw a familiar figure. He opened his mouth but could not produce any sound.
“Boss! What happened to you?” Upon seeing Mo Wen awake, Xiao Hei immediately stood up. “What happened to your skills? You’re in bad shape all over.” Concern etched on Xiao Hei's face; could this be how things were after undergoing tribulation? How had their boss made it from the wasteland to here? “Boss, did you run into trouble? It’s all my fault!” Receiving no response from Mo Wen, Xiao Hei grew even more anxious and began making soft whimpering sounds.
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